As Baby O approaches his 2nd birthday on Tuesday I can’t help but think back to the journey we’ve been on together the past couple of years. He never fails to amaze me and as he grows into an independent (and very stubborn) little man I still can’t quite believe he’s mine!
On this day 2 years ago I had just been admitted into hospital to be induced as the consultant was concerned that Baby O was not developing any more inside of me and they wanted him out. So it was with a mixture of excitement and nervousness that I checked in and settled myself into my hospital bed. After 3 long and painful days, and the longest night of my husbands life as he watched me slip in and out of diamorphine consciousness with O’s heartbeat repeatedly dropping, Baby O arrived in the world after a complicated emergency C-section. It’s true what they say, as soon as you have your baby in your arms, the drama of how they got there is very quickly forgotten.
This time last year we were looking forward to Baby O’s first birthday as proud parents of our special little man. Unfortunately this joy was slightly overshadowed as on his birthday we had a hospital appointment to investigate potential development dysplasia of his hips (DDH). We had waited 2 months for this appointment since the health visitor had identified O had unequal leg creases at his 10 month checkup. It was a coincidence that the appointment fell on his birthday, so we would either have another reason to celebrate or our world would be turned upside down. Luckily, it was the former! After spending 2 months googling DDH I think parents that cope with this with their little ones are superstars. I would wake in the middle of the night panicking about how Baby O would cope with the simplest of tasks with the awful spica cast on. I cried the whole way home from the hospital with relief my little boy was okay.
So here we are about to celebrate O’s 2nd birthday and there is nothing but excitement, which makes this our very magic moment. I look at my little chunk running around and can’t believe how much he’s grown from the tiny 5lb 12oz bundle that I first held in my arms. My biggest worry this year, isn’t is my baby boy going to arrive safely, or is he going to be stuck in a leg cast for months, it’s how the hell am I going to host a 2 year olds birthday party with a group of crazy toddlers. And it’s a much nicer worry to have.
Roll on next Saturday for Party Time!